Hey, I am cool funny guy living in LA in a really nice building in Hollywood. Its nice now 10 years not so much but they have redone a lot in town so it's perfect and actually a place you can push a child in a stroller. What a cool gym in my building "Equinox" really great classes. Things are great now but it was not so long ago things were not so great (evil loud music ... fade out and start reading again).
I had taken a job in Alaska, my father lives as a pilot and he and I had not spent much time together so I took this great cool job in a fun place called Alaska. The first few days there were exciting, moose walking around in the fresh snow but then things started to suck. I moved out of my sisters house and got an Air BB and that place was haunted. The days grew shorter and shorter and I fought the depression as best I could with a positive attitude. I soon quickly realized that this is not where I wanted to be, nothing was working out like I imagined it even though I do not really do that anymore. I quite my job, I told everyone we were staying through the holidays and we did, I suffered even though I knew I was leaving. I tired to have fun but actually I was counting the days like a prison sentence. I was going to goto Greece and fly helicopters and get my commercial license but the ladies at the school I was talking to were stupid, rude and acted as if I did not care. The owner was not much better and these people wanted me to give them a lot of money. I saw the writing on the wall and I came to LA where I belong, where it is home. I am happy I am in the right place with the right people. I love life I love people.